Arioch
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Post by Arioch on Apr 12, 2019 6:02:13 GMT
He had no idea what a Sundabar was, it sounded like a strange brand of candy, or maybe even ale, but it was clear that it was a place. A place that had been in war recently, for she didn't look that old to him. Unless she turned out to be one of those strange non-humans that lived for far longer than they should.
"I don't know what a Sundabar is" Arioch admitted "But it sounds like Branmin Ironfist really knew his trade"
And that much was plain to see. Of course there was also the possibility that Branmin Ironfist had actually been a really terrible teacher and everything he had just witnessed had been her own training and experience. And though in a way it was, he felt it was a bit disrespectful to not recognize former mentors and experiences.
At her question however, he laughed, he interpreted it as a joke immediately. He couldn't help but to feel it as a jab. And it was funny to him because he was embarassed about it but his response was as honest as he could muster them.
"Necessity is a good teacher, as I just learned. I might have to reconsider my choice of veapons hovever, I only had to resort to throving stuff because I don't carry around throvable stuff that can actually do damage. I'll have to fix that. I vas thinking probably throving daggers. I feel like throving axes vould do more damage and reach farther, but daggers are much more light and easily conceleable."
As he spoke he was finishing putting on his boots again after clearing the dust away, leaving that reflexion up in the air as he then finished putting on the last gauntlet before finally asking.
"Vhere is Branmin Ironfist now?"
With a name like that, Arioch imagined he was a brawler rather than a polearms fighter. He figured if it was nearby maybe he could go challenge him himself, or see him fight.
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Post by moralhazard on Apr 12, 2019 6:08:23 GMT
“She is dead,” Kara said, calmly and evenly. If there was pain there, she didn’t let it show.
Kara titled her head back, taking another long drink from the waterskin, and set it down. She picked her glaive back up, examining the blade; she’d hit Arioch with it, once, but hadn’t bloodied him. She ran her fingers over it lightly and easily, experienced enough not to cut herself on the sharp edges as she checked for damage, and was relieved to find his half-plate armor had done none.
Kara thought Arioch’s suggestion was a good one; she would consider carrying some daggers herself. It hadn’t been the most dignified of fights but – as the blood clogging her nose could attest – it had been successful.
“Find me when you are ready to fight again,” Kara told Arioch. She didn’t take a healing potion; none of her hurts would take more than a day to heal, and for as much as she liked the Gathering, Kara found their use wasteful. She went to leave the water table, to make her way across the open plaza towards the spot where she’d left her tunic and the harness and cover for her glaive.
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Arioch
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Level 6 — Barbarian
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Post by Arioch on Apr 12, 2019 6:16:04 GMT
That Branmin Ironfist could be a woman was a possibility that never really crossed his mind, simply because it was not the experience or reality he had been used to for most of his life. Waterdeep certainly had it's own fair share of female fighters, first among that huge blue woman he'd never quite found after their first fight, and then there was Myra was well. But he considered those the exception, not the norm. Most things he'd come across Waterdeep he considered to be the exception and not the norm.
That she was dead was a pity, but not something outside his expectations. Those that lived by the blade, died by the blade. At least one of her students was well and alive. He would have to experience those teachings through Kara then.
"Sure. I'll shout glaive-girl through the city, until you hear me."
He replied then to her comment about finding her again, though it would be best if some time went through before their last encounter. He wanted her to get stronger and also, wanted to get stronger himself.
"Though you still haven't told me vhy you didn't move back at the last moment"
He pointed out then, accompanying her just enough time so he could hear her reply. Had she had some kind of strategy in mind, or had it been simply a mistake?
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Post by moralhazard on Apr 12, 2019 6:25:16 GMT
“Kara Bellringer,” Kara thought she wouldn’t mind glaive-girl as a nickname. Better than Ringer; she had never liked Ringer. All the same, she gave Arioch her unasked for now, and waited for him to do the same. He trailed after her, still wanting to discuss the fight. Kara understood; there was a pleasure in seeing it from the other side. She decided to answer him, thinking she owed him that much after such a fight. “You would have hit me if I had. I wanted to end it on my terms.” Kara shrugged, not sure if he would understand or not, and not minding much either way. Kara came to the tunic, pulling it on over her head. She wrapped the glaive’s blade in its leather holder, then slid it into her makeshift holding and slung it over her back, readying herself to leave.
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Arioch
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Level 6 — Barbarian
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Post by Arioch on Apr 13, 2019 21:06:46 GMT
"Ah" He said "I see"
Not much more to it, was there. For some reason he had been expecting her to fight tooth and nail so long as there was the slimmer chance of winning, but by doing that he had been asuming she would do the kind of things he would. In a way, it had been a surrender. He didn't chase after her after the reply, leaving her to do as she would, as it was becoming increasingly clear to him she had no real interest in talking. He could respect that, however. She was under no obligation to do so. Now the question that remained in his mind was how would he defeat the kind of strategy she had been pulling off. He began to list on his mind the counter strategies he could think of, those he had already tried and those he had not. While throwing weapons was certainly an option, while using superior mobility to his advantage, it was true as well that it was far from his forte. Trying to dodge her attack as he approached would now be crossed off after she realised he could do that. So, what could he possibly do?
He pondered about these things as he walked back towards the place he had just been at, wanting to see if any other fighter had a similar technique he could learn about. And then it ocurred to him. A strategy so simple, and yet so effective it would be dumb to not have thought about it beforehand. However, it required preparation. It also made him think if it wouldn't be worth it to try and learn the kind of technique she was using, when put under that light certainly polearms shone brighter than swords. He thought about a spear, or maybe a halberd. Halberds were more useful as they could double as a spear of sorts too... But spears were lighter, faster, and could be used with ease. In both cases the drawback was certainly the size of the weapon... But if he already knew there would be battle, it should be no setback at all.
Spear... Or Halberd? Or... The thought ocurred to him then. Why not modify the greatsword? Make it bigger, just so it could compete with a proper polearm in terms of reach? It would require great strength to wield, but he felt though as he could manage that. Would it be practical? He kept thinking about such things as he sought a place to relax, watching the rest of the combats unfold. Next time they met, probably, he would have an opportunity to put that to the test and see how it fared against her.
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